[ Here Claude might be tempted to offer a roll of his eyes but considering he's not yet fully withdrawn his leg yet, instead he gives Sylvain's chair a light playful shove with his foot like there's any chance he could actually push it over. If anything it's more of a warning tap, both from amusement and a lack of any actual malice behind the action. ]

No? No questions at all, huh. I'm surprised you didn't invent some just for the sake of it.

[ Because that sounds like a very Sylvain to do (not to mention, a very Claude thing to do) for the sake of being difficult and/or entertainment's sake. As he sits back in his own chair it's then he notices the leg extended in return, something he eases around comfortably in another continuation of the various ways they've spent tangled up around each other over the past year. It's fitting, he thinks, though he discards the thought there to raise an eyebrow while reaching to bring his ale towards him. ]

And wait a minute, are you saying I missed out on that a year ago? And you just let me sleep on the floor instead? I see how it is.